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Sick!Fred Weasley X Reader

Fred had been feeling off all day so far, but now - around noon - he feels like he might throw up. He's in potions, but he wished he hadn't left his room this morning after he told George and (Y/n) he was turning in early because of his sour stomach.

Now 'sour' was an understatement. His stomach is rolling and the water he'd been sipping since he got to class has formed a rock at the bottom of his gut. Something hitting him in the face cuts his train of thought and his head snaps towards where his twin and crush sat. They mouthed read the note and so he opened the crumpled parchment.

"Hey, Freddie. Feeling any better?" The note says in (Y/n)'s handwriting. But his conditions as already announced by his appearance. He was white as paper, save the fevered flush on his cheeks, and shaking like a  leaf, despite it actually being quite warm for the dungeons. Her question is already answered.

"No. I feel really sick." Is the response, as expected, punctuated by a queasy hiccup. Fred starting to feel a lot warmer and his mouth tastes acidic. He has to get from his seat to the bathroom very soon.

"Whoa, I gotcha. You're really warm hun."  (Y/n) supports him when he sways, before Fred suddenly jumps up and stumbles away out of the classroom. (Y/n) chases after him, George not far behind.

They hear nothing for a few moments as they walk into the bathroom. As (Y/n) comes through the doorway, she sees Fred hovering with his mouth open above the toilet and trying to steady his breathing. A string of spit is making its way into the water below as Fred's hands are clutching the seat of the toilet. He's shaking under his own weight, dropping to his knees before belching wetly into the water.

(Y/n) slides down and starts rubbing his back. The boy just nods slightly and squeezes his eyes shut. The smell of the bathroom chemicals and soaps aren't helping his nausea and he gags. His breathing gets harsher before he retches and brings up a few mouthfuls of last nights dinner. He burps quietly and heaves a couple more times before shuffling away and leaning against the wall of the bathroom stall.
"Done for now?" (Y/n) asks, summoning a glass and filling it with water.
"Don't know. Still feel like shit." Fred rasps out as his body onto (Y/n)'s.

After a few minutes of sitting on the floor with George awkwardly standing outside the stall, (Y/N) slowly pulls Fred up to his feet and out of the bathroom, George close behind. She puts his arm around his shoulder to hold him up and steady and begins slowly leading him back to the dorms.

After a rather agonizing walk back to the Gryffindor dorms, Fred now laid heavily in his bed, exhausted.

"'M just gonna try to sleep it off." Crawling under the blanket, the Ginger curls around his stomach and closes his eyes.
"Ok hun, feel better." The door closes signalling (Y/n) and George's departure.

When Fred wakes up, he immediately rolls out of bed to dash to the bathroom, only getting to the sink before losing more of yesterday's meals. He gets a break and quickly manoeuvres himself over the toilet before heaving some more. He jumps when there's a knock on the dorm room door, but can only retch in response.

(Y/n) is confused when there's no answer but guesses the sick boy is sleeping. She opens the door to check, but the penny drops when she hears a choked curse and a splash, sending her quickly speeding toward the bathroom. There's vomit in the sink, a bit around the edges, too, showing how close they came to some unexpected decor.

"Oh..." Is all she can say.
"(Y/n)?" Fred mumbles as he flushes the toilet. "I don't feel good."
"I can see that. How about you get back into bed and we'll put a bucket there so you don't need to run next time." (Y/n) reaches under the sink, after washing it out, to grab the bucket, before refilling the glass from before and bringing them both to the side of the bed. She places the glass on the table before looking to the ceiling with a heavy sigh.

(Y/n) places a simple spell to make sure she is alerted next time he gets sick before heading back out of the dorm. She makes sure Fred drinks some water before leaving, fully intending to stay in the common room for the rest of the day.

There isn't much warning the next time, the 16-year-old only just managing to find the bucket as he sits up. He simply drops his head over the bucket and burps up a small stream of bile into the bottom with an echoey splat. (Y/n) steps in a minute later and asks the boy if he's done before cleaning out the plastic receptacle. By the time she's back, he's sleeping again.

At 1 am, Fred wakes up again, feeling absolutely miserable. He's too hot in his bed so he slides to the floor next to the bin. The water seems like a good idea at the time, but it settles heavily and occasionally washes up the back of his throat. He feels incredibly nauseous and moves the bucket into his lap, hovering uncomfortably as acidic spit dribbles to the bottom. He gags a few times without bringing anything up.

"George?" he murmurs. After getting no response, he calls a little louder, seeing his twin stir
"Yes, Fred?" George questions in a dangerously low voice
"Get (Y/n), please." is Fred's pitiful whimper. The anger quickly leaves George as he gets a good look at his brother. He quickly jumps up and runs out of the dorm.

A few moments later (Y/n) enters the room, George entering just after and going back to bed.
"Oh, Freddie." she sighs sympathetically, "I think you're empty. Wanna get back in bed?"
"Not- I'm not done. Drank some water." Fred spits into the bucket.
"Ok. Well, I can't do much except maybe give you something to settle your stomach if it'll stay down." (Y/n) offers.

"I guess... worth a shot." Fred doubts it will, but he'll do about anything to feel better right now.
(Y/n) returns with a potion and pours it out into a glass for Fred. She hands it to the boy and he downs it in one go. He cringes at the taste, grabbing the water so he can dull the flavour. He waits a few moments.
"Staying down?" (Y/n) prods.

Fred can feel his stomach trying to reject the medicine but he doesn't know what will happen.
"I-I don't know?" he asks (Y/n) as if she has the answer, "I feel really sick still, I-" he stops suddenly and takes a deep breath. He shakes his head and bends over the bucket to prepare for the inevitable.

It only takes a few gags to bring up a splash of vomit into the plastic. A couple more retches bring up the water and a couple of mouthfuls of bile.

"That's a no, then. Ok, get back into bed." (Y/n) decides that's the best option.
"Uh, I'd rather not..." Fred argues, "I feel- I think I'll just sit here for a bit. With the, uh..." He trails off.
"Maybe the bathroom would be a better choice?" Fred shakes his head.
"I just want to stay here, um, I think I'm going to be sick aga-" he cuts off with a strained heave and vomits weakly.
"You need to drink some water when you're done, but..." Fred just throws up again. "Yeah, ok. Just get it all up first."

A/n: I really hope yall enjoyed. I will hopefully update the actual book soon, but for now, I have a lot of hp ideas. Lmk when you think and what other characters you want to see -make sure you include the sickness, I.e. stomach flu, cold, fever, migraine, etc.- BYEEEEEE!!!

~Luna